Fey Academy

Chapter 3

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My next chapter is going to be a prolague at the begining of the story. It will tell a little about Lizz's life befor the accident. I'm going to add it before chapter 1 on the table of contents. It may or may not be shorter than my other already short chapters. Sorry for confusing you but I'll be adding a normal chapter at the same time.

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I am sitting in my room. Well it’s not really sitting. I’m more like lying on the floor. After running away it was all I could think of doing. My new room is simple. There is a twin bed, without sheet, but I have some in my luggage. A plain desk, fit for a student, a closet and dresser with a mirror over it, too. All of it is as simple as possible and small. There is a copy of all that for my roommate. Her side of the room is filled with her stuff. It’s much more personalized than my plain room. I can see her in it already. The bed is unmade, and she has posters of one direction hanging. All over her dresser is various make up products, and I think I see a stash of chocolate hiding behind her bag. The room looks cluttered but it looks like hers.

 I am starting to think about what just happened but I can’t explain it. Why couldn’t I look away? I know staring is rude so why was I doing it. I couldn’t look away and I didn’t want to try. I know he’s hot but so are actors, and performers, so why him. It’s because he is so much cuter than any actor I’ve ever seen. I could get lost in those eyes all day. That’s what I wanted, so why run. I’m still not sure if he was looking at me or not. Trish was right to have a crush on him, and I think I have one to. No. TEACHER’S ARE OFF LIMITS.

I get off the floor. I can’t spend the whole day there and it’s already been a couple of hours. My suitcase still isn’t unpacked so I’ll unpack it now. My bag that I took on the train with me is in my room, but my suitcase was brought here before hand. Where did it go? I had assumed they sent it to my room. I guess it wasn’t. Let’s see where it is. Trish showed me around earlier. Hopefully I remember where the office is. That should be in the school. It makes the most sense.

I walk out of my room, and into the dorm hallway. Turning left I go to the end of the hallway, and walk into a wall. Surprisingly, I didn’t get hurt, or a bloody nose. It’s happened before, me running into a wall and getting a bloody nose from it. I’m more directionally challenged than I had thought. It takes me a bit but I do get out of the dorm, and onto the side walk. Now where to go from here, I definitely remember the school being forward, that’s where I will head. I walk down the sidewalk but it doesn’t stay strait. That’s not what I remember. I follow the path anyway. The campus is huge and surrounded by a wall. The chance of me accidentally walking out is impossible.

After doing this for about five minutes I find myself in a little campus hangout spot. A circular indent in the ground made by stone is in front of me. Potted plants are scattered around and are round benches to match the circle. In it there are many people, siting, and standing, and talking to each other. I look to see if Trish is in this group. I look at the faces of the people here. All of them look like they could belong to the winter dorm. I have only seen winter dorm people at the class earlier today, but once you’ve seen them once it is impossible not to know one when you see one.

This hang out is for winter students only. I’m breaking rules by going here aren’t I. I should have realized it sooner.  Now they’re going to be mad at me. I can’t say that I have never met any of them, but they are really intimidating. I turn around to get out of this area, when something catches my eye. In the center of the circle is non-other than the sexy teach from the lecture. No, there’s no thinking about him like that. He’s just an old teacher, who like all other teachers should be boring. Even if he had the looks, which he doesn’t, he doesn’t have the personality.

I start to walk away, which is quickly turning into a run, once again. Moving too quickly for my feet to handle, I trip on myself. My hands move out in front of me in an attempt to not fall on my face, but someone catches me instead.

“You should be more careful.” This voice is deep and calming. I just barley heard it back in the classroom but I know who this is. How did he get over here so fast?

“I’m sorry. I got lost and ended up here. Could you please tell me where I am?” That somehow came out confident sounding and not like I was about to have a heart attack.

He smiles at me, “This is a winter dorm hang out. You should get going. Your dorm has its own places.” As he says this his hand grips around my arm. I can’t go if he holds me here. NO, TEACHER.

“What is a teacher doing in a dorm hangout?” I wonder. I hope I don't sound rude.

He smirks “I didn’t say I was a teacher, and for that matter I am not.” Now he knows I was at his lecture. If he didn’t know it before he know it now. I don't speak for a few seconds and try to figure out what to say.

“My friend told me about you.” My answer is quick and I’m losing confidence and the ability to think. I have to get away quickly or I really will fall for him.

“Your friend is poorly informed. Miss, I am a student here, not a teacher. The reason I was teaching in today’s class was because the real teacher was sick, but you wouldn’t know that would you?” He knows. I go pale at the thought. He knows I was staring at him. I force my way out of his grip and turn get away.  I nod my head to signal No before leaving. “Not yet. You can’t leave when you just got here.” He grabs my arm again and this time pulls me over to the circle. “Sit.” He demands.

This isn’t good. I sight his friends are going to pick me apart. I may not have met them but by the way they are glaring it me right now, I can predict it. However, I can’t get free from his and soon find I’m sitting with his friends.

One of them, a preppy looking blond girl, sits down next to him. “So David, who is this?” I notice the venom when she says this. Wait did she say David. This is the David that Trish was talking about earlier. He is not a teacher. Does that mean I can have him or is he still of limits as a winter dorm student?

“Lizzabeth.” I don't over complicate thing by talking longer than that.

“Well Lizzy, this is a winter’s only spot. So I’m afraid you have to leave.”

“I was. I just got lost and ended up here.” I get up to leave but David pulls me down.

“She doesn’t have to leave. I invited her.” He then gives a million dollar smile. The girl is stuck for words but I don’t want to push my luck so I stay silent. David continues, “Are you new here. I haven’t seen you before today.”

“Yes. I…”

I’m interrupted by the girl, “David I forgot, congratulations for your lecture. I learned so much more than when the real teacher was here.”

David completely ignores the girl and asks his question again. I know when a boy is interested in me. I’m not a naïve girl, but why me, and is this interest love. Would he even love a girl like me? I’m broken from the incident, this day has been a nice change from depression but it won’t last forever. I want it to thought. I want to feel like this, with him.

The girl is now glaring at me. It’s either the way I am looking at David or the way he is looking at me. She looks like she is about to tear my head off. It’s time for me to leave, if I want to keep it. I may not be scared of her, but I don’t want to be on her bad side.

“I’m sorry I have to go. I told my friend I would meet her at,” I look at my watch, “Now.” With that I shoot out of my chair and start walking away.